My weekend

This weekend was pretty hard. I saw just how dysfunctional my family is. My mom and both of her sisters were there and my 2 cousins and my sister. There were catty comments and backstabbing. Everyone was picking on everyone else. And it was sad. 

My sister and I finally got to just talk. We never get to do that because someone is always wanting something or getting hurt in some way . . . something. We talked about our childhood. I don't spend a lot of time thinking about my childhood. It was not a nice time period. I get sad whenever I think about it. I have to remind myself that its over and no longer effects me. But still . . . .

I did enjoy getting to spend time with my grandmother. She is one of my favorite people. I love her so much. And I enjoyed spending time with my aunt and uncle. They have lived in the same small town their whole lives and never paid rent so they are a little strange but I still love them alot. Actually I love both of my aunts and like spending time with them. Just not together. Its better when my mom is not there either. One of my uncles and fine. I like spending time with him but my other uncle that was there, I do not like spending time with him. I caught him staring at my cleavage. It gives me the Heebee Geebees. Everyone I told just laughed. They thought is was so funny. Douchie but funny. I did not think it was funny.

Ok maybe it was a tiny bit funny. And he was nicer to me than he has been in years. My other uncle told me from now on I have to wear low cut shirts when we have family dinners so the other uncle will be nice to everyone. He likes talk out of his ass and has to one up everyone.

I guess the weekend its self was not that bad. Just thinking about my childhood was bad. I don't let myself dwell on it. I can't change it I can only move on. I did feel bad for my mom and her siblings because they are not close at all. I am so glad my sister and I are close, and nice to each other. I want my kids and their cousins to be close. 

I don't want to step on the scale again. I am afraid I gained 10 pounds. I did my best to not eat sweets but I still ate so much. I refused to take home every thing but some meat and a slice of pound cake. My grandmother is a master baker (hehe) and man it was wonderful. She made cookies, a pound cake, date bars, cinnamon raisin bread, and sourdough bread. I ate a bunch of everything. But it was worth it.